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| Friday, 09 September 2005 | ||||||||||||||||||
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Editor’s Note: “This week at the bar” is a new column written by
several members of The Argonaut staff. Each week a different editor
will partake in the best local bars have to offer and write about it. College can be a rough time. There is a heap of reading (don’t mock me, grad students), papers to write, lots of reading to do, events to attend for classes, loads of reading, classes themselves and — oh yes — did I mention reading? To combat the stress of the higher education conundrum, students take time out to attend movies, read for pleasure (but it gets hard when you’ve got to read all that other stuff for class), work out and spread their nightlife wings. For those who are 21, stress relief might come in the form of visiting the various establishments in downtown Moscow that serve alcoholic libations. While I, or any other Argonaut employees, do not condone the overconsumption of alcohol to have a good time, everyone knows that a little can go a long way in removing inhibitions. Take me, for instance. I like to perform for people. I play several musical instruments and I sing. But I hate to do these things sober, usually. Maybe this leaps into a whole new issue of my needing to see a psychologist because I need alcohol to loosen up, but I’ve accepted it, and so should you, fine readers. I’m not the only one. Every Wednesday you will find a plethora (yes, an excess of people) of adults crooning away to tunes like Garth Brooks’ “Friends in Low Places,” or the one hit from Vanilla Ice. I refuse to name it. Some people are absolutely amazing when it comes to bar karaoke. Others — well, not so much. A handful of the patrons at CJ’s sing like angels (or demons, depending on the song). A larger amount of people might be tone deaf, or simply don’t care. They are there to have fun, and it doesn’t matter how they sound. They have beers or cups of mixed drinks in their hands and they are wailing away. It’s stress relief. “How simple, Sam,” you might be saying to yourself right about now. Well, of course it’s simple — it’s alcohol. Sure, those companies brag about some amazing process where they melt snow from glaciers and put it in oak kegs that they then explode, and hops and barley fly in a perfect mixture into your mouth. Or it’s slow-roasted or something, I can’t keep track. It’s all the same if it’s mass produced, right? Sure, a person could argue that this form of stress relief comes at the price of even more stress when a person fails to finish homework assignments because he’s off shouting Twisted Sister’s “We’re Not Gonna Take It” at the top of his lungs. That should not matter. Because that evening, for those special moments when you have the microphone in your hand and your eyes are closed during that soft part of the song, you are a rock ‘n’roll god. Stress can wait till tomorrow.  Add as favorites (22) | Views: 961
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